Talons
Tell me what you want, tell me what you want
Swoop down like an nuisance
Nigga I'm a runt
I'm a boss like Rick Ross
Hit you with my glove
Now I got the numbers, now they want my love
Swoop down like an eagle on you turtledoves
Yeah we loaded up, yeah we loaded up
Swoop down like an eagle on you turtledoves
My bad, I had to go get some shit
Get a better hobby
You got feet like a hobbit
And you look like Nosferatu
Niggas hella fake and they
Snaking all the time
Talking behind my back just like a robot
Thats R2
Yeah, I'm swerving down the lane no
These niggas can't keep up
He tried to keep up
But he met with the Grim Reaper
Black bitch wearing a Weezer shirt
She don't know Weezer
Pocket full of Addy's, zip em up
Finders keepers yeah I got the plan
I'm moving left to right
Trying to dodge all these niggas
Trying to have my night
Trying to have the day
Trying to joust like a fucking knight
Rotisserie chicken hang em up, spin em up
Got the minigun spinning up, who want some?
Kinda happy where young Yori ended up
Yeah, we in a Ultima but soon
It's gon' be Rover trucks
Loaded up, loaded up, nigga loaded up
Hunting niggas like it's my destiny
With the Golden Gun yeah the THEOTHERNIGHT
The other day he was moving he off the Perc
He off the Addy bitches think he's amusing
2k in a day, Tay
All K in a day, ooh 22k in a day
1k in a day, 4k come and spray
4k in a day, 4k in a day
Hey I'm young Yori and I'm going hard
Cause I am someone said something about you
Know I don't give a damn
Talking all that shit on
Twitter and Instagram
But he won't roll up on us
Because he know I don't give a damn
I'm crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
In the face and it don't phase me
Pick acquaintances right cause I
Got the same lady
I got so much energy I could
Do this until I'm 80
Yori can I get a feature? Maybe
But you ain't got enough money to save me
But you ain't got ebough money
To fucking save me
This ain't the A, lil bitch this the M
I don't fuck with you and you
Ain't her so who is him?
She got a bad mood, slap into a Slim Jim
Lowkey snapping on all of you
That's that flim flam
Running to my bank, it's payday
Shooting for them stars, it's mayday
I'm all up in them guts, I'm gravy
Hoe all on my waist, I can't see
Running through that check, it's payday
Bitch, I'm all up in them guts, I'm gravy
Hoe all on my waist, I can't see
Get her off my waist, I can't be